Bakunin
I am Noodle's bitch.
I recommend marinading your typical hobo for at least 48 hours in a mixture of strong cider and a selection of strongly-flavoured herbs and spices. Only after having rifled their pockets and been at their gold teeth and fillings with a set of pliers, naturally. Then having eviscerated and dissected your random poor person (they're readily available at all good cardboard boxes, derelict buildings and outside off-licences and supermarkets doing cheap booze deals) you put the excess in your deep freeze for later, putting the offal and a few choice cuts aside for your cat, naturally, (waste not want not in these difficult and austere times), you either do a nice casserole in your slow cooker or opt for gentle, slow-roasting at about 160 degrees while you're preparing the mixed vegetables and enjoying a nice glass of good red wine as red always works better with meat, I find.
One advantage to the current economic climate is that hobos are a constantly available food source and, if you're lucky, you can also appease your social conscience and sense of natural justice when you realise that your Sunday roast was once a banker, politician or previously employed by the DWP. Hobos aren't just for Christmas. If you're not too greedy they can last right through to New Year as well.
Bakunin: Providing austerity-friendly serving suggestions since 1975.
of that statement, though not perhaps the biggest, is the assumption that you can deduce from the surname Smith that someone is necessarily "white" and therefore deserving of such "payback" (assuming for the sake of argument that a "white" Smith would be deserving)
